“It’s fine,” she said. “I probably won’t watch it much.” She pulled out her phone and started reading a book. I chuckled. Of course my girl would sit and read a book while getting a tattoo.
Korrie was a fucking trooper when it came to getting ink. She barely blinked when he started. He raised his eyes to me and gave me his signature grin in approval. For a second it was like old times, without concerns of what had happened with my sister and him. Because the more I looked back on their behavior, the worse my suspicions got.
Trace came in a few times to see what we were doing before curling up on the couch in the employee break room and dozing off. The room was right across the hall, so I could keep a close eye on him.
We were about an hour and a half in on her piece when a banner flashed across the television screen. It caught my attention. Shooting a quick glance her way, I snagged the remote and turned the volume up.
“Holy shit,” I heard Korrie mumble as I stared at the events unfolding. They were showing her mother getting arrested and escorted out of her fancy house surrounded by cameras and reporters. For a moment I wondered how the media got a hold of the story so quickly, then I decided I didn’t care.
The next thing it showed was former senator Damon being arrested as well. The announcers were talking about rigged elections, scandal, possible links to sex trafficking, and underage prostitution. They even mentioned Lester Damon’s reported embezzling and disappearance into Mexico and further into South America.
There were several other prominent individuals included in the arrests.
The buzzing of Chains’s machine had stopped, and I glanced over to see Korrie pushing up to her elbows to watch it all unfold as Chains glanced my direction. When our eyes locked, he gave me a satisfied grin.
Korrie looked at us both with tears in her eyes. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll find a way to get out of it, but thank you.”
“At least Lester ‘fired’ you before any of this broke,” I said with a chuckle. She glared at me.
“What if it comes back to me? I could still pop up in the investigation! My mother was justarrested.”
“Have a little faith in Facet. He made sure it was clear in everything he planted that you had no clue or connection. Besides, they already talked to you again and said they had nothing further, so don’t worry. We’ll go over what to say if they contact you regarding your mother. It’s all good.” She gave me a disbelieving stare. I chose not to tell her the rest of it—she’d find out eventually.
The TV moved on to the next story, and Chains got back to work. When he started the shading over her shoulder blade, she gave a little gasp. “Sorry, babe. It can be a little tender over bonier areas. You okay?”
Narrowing my eyes, I took exception to him calling her babe. His shit-eating grin told me he knew exactly what he’d been doing.Fucker.
“Yeah, it’s okay,” she said. “Just startled me.”
Chains finished, cleaned up her skin, then offered her a mirror. She took it over to the full-length on the wall. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured. Her eyes teared up a bit, but she blinked them away.
The delicate angel wings wrapped around the words “Property of Angel.” Sitting next to them as if it had fallen was a slightly bent and broken halo. In my opinion, it was fitting.
Standing, I turned her to face me. “Mine,” I said firmly but with a crooked grin.
Not to be outdone, she clutched the front of my hoodie and tugged me close. Lips pressed to mine, she spoke against them. “Mine.”
“You’ll get no argument from me,” I replied, then kissed her deeply. Years and lies had separated us, but I didn’t plan on allowing anything to ever come between us again. Gripping her ponytail, I tipped her head back and trailed kisses down her jaw and neck. Neither of us noticed Chains stepping from the room and closing the door until the soft click echoed through the small space.
“Wanna take Trace for lunch, then a nap?” There was no stopping the wolfish grin as I waited for her answer.
“Yeah, we got up awfully early this morning. Think I could use a nap, too,” she said with a sultry curl to her kiss-swollen lips.
“Oh, there won’t be any sleeping on our part,” I growled before grabbing her ass and lifting her up. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around me, and I nudged the soft flannel of her shirt down to nip and suck on the swelling curve of her tits.
“Okay,” she gasped.
One last grind into between her legs, and I slowly slid her down to her feet. Peeking out the door, I saw Chains busy on his phone at the break room table. He glanced at me without raising his head and hid his grin as I tugged her down the hall in the opposite direction of the front door.
“I thought we were leaving,” she said in confusion.
“Change of plans,” I replied as I closed the bathroom door and dove in to kiss her. Catching on quickly, she started to unbuckle my belt and then made quick work of undoing my jeans.
Not one to waste time, I was already unbuttoning the remaining buttons of her shirt and slipping it off. I tossed it to the counter and reached around to unhook her bra. By the time I had it off and started on her jeans, she had my dick in her hand and was stroking it from base to tip.
I groaned into her mouth before breaking loose, jerking her jeans to her knees, spinning her to face the mirror, and bending her over the sink. Her cheeks were glowing pink, lips full and parted, lids heavy with need.
“I want to fuck you while looking at my brand on you,” I whispered into her ear as I held her eyes in the mirror.